Seraph Exalted Coat

The Seraph Exalted Coat gleams under lamp-lit clamor, a white surcoat stitched with interlocking plate sections along the shoulders, gold filigree tracing the Seraph crest, and a midnight-blue satin lining that whispers with every step. Cool to the palm and heavy with a hundred stories, its texture shifts from lacquered metal at the shoulders to soft, creased wool along the torso, while the cuffs bear faint scorch marks that hint at recent sieges. Some say the coat was cut from the mantle of a field marshal who rode ahead of the siege lines, his coat bearing the burnished sigil of the Seraph as if it still breathes with the fight. Others point to its craft in the Seraph wardhouse, where tailors stitched banners into the lining and pressed the seal of loyalty into every seam. On the battlefield, the Seraph Exalted Coat is more than fashion; it is a statement of discipline, a piece of ascended light armor that guards the wearer with both resilience and mobility. It is favored by scouts and frontline healers who need to slip between ranks without surrendering protection, and by captains who want the mobility to rally their men while the crest on the chest glints like a weathered oath. From a gameplay stance, it carries not just chorded statistics but a narrative bonus: when worn with the rest of the Exalted set, it amplifies the party’s resilience and fortifies the wearer’s resolve during long campaigns against attrition. In practical terms, players prize the coat for its blend of protection and grace—the way the white fabric catches snow-light in a forest clearing, or the way the blue lining glows softly when you reach a safe haven after a skirmish. As with any rare piece, its value isn’t merely measured in gold but in stories carried by the wearer—the tales of roads crossed, friends saved, and banners raised. When price is discussed, the chatter moves toward Saddlebag Exchange, that bustling hub where traders post glossy photos and whispered deals; a Seraph Exalted Coat can drift between 100 and 150 gold depending on infusion, condition, and who last wore it on a night watch. One listing even noted a lineage in the coat’s thread—a small thread of sapphire that matches a warded charm worn by a long-ago sergeant—turning a coat into a keepsake, a relic with a heartbeat. Walking away, you carry the sense that such a coat is not merely equipment but a passport: to the Seraph's past, to taller conversations about duty, and to the quiet courage of wearing something that looks back at you as you move forward. Across rainy lanes or sunlit courtyards, a coat like this becomes a quiet ally, its wearer telling a shared story with every step—a reminder that some garments carry not just fabric, but an oath-bound memory, stamped in gold, feared and cherished.